You pull up my sleeves
Expecting scars
After all
You did find the blade in the bathroom
Tissues with blood
But you found nothing
Rather you weren't looking for the right thing
You looked for scars when you should've been searching for the right questions
Do you just have to see the scars to believe me when I tell you I am hurting
Why even bother asking the obvious
Okay yes
I've cut
Multiple times
Just not deep enough for it to scar
Just deep enough to bleed
The world doesn't need another depressed kid anyway
They'd rather toss him under, put a mask on him, and give him some pills
Is that how I'll be happy
Maybe an overdose on those pills will give me eternal happiness
Eternal bliss
My body on the ground with a pill bottle next to me
YOU ARE READING
Infatuated Bliss
Poetry"This is the mindscape carved by a blade, engraved into my mind. The same blade I used to carve the word Happy into my skin" ~ Assassain_Music #18 in MentallyUnstable #967 in Anxiety..that's impressive-right??
